Im So Wet Daddy Novel Novels & Stories

"I'm your sweet little slut, Daddy..." "Yeah you are." He rubs his palm over the sting, warm and deliberate, and I push back against his hand and whimper. "My perfect little cupcake. Coming when Daddy calls." Another slap, harder this time, and I bite the sheets. "Did it make your pussy wet? Walking over here in just a coat knowing what I was going to do to you?" "Yes," I sob. "I was wet the whole way here, Daddy—" "Such a dirty baby girl." He slides his hand between my thighs from behind and finds me soaking and slick and pushes two fingers inside me immediately and I cry out loud and raw. "Dripping," he says. "Absolutely dripping. All of this for me?"

I could see it now—the outline of his cock straining against his sleep pants, the dark spot where he was leaking, the way the fabric tented obscenely. “You want more than my fingers, don’t you Daddy?” I whispered hotly. “Don’t say things like that. Fuck,” He groaned, and then cursed. “But, you’re so wet, Daddy,” I kept my voice low, teasing, filthy. Pressing my thumb against the head again, feeling even more wetness seep through. My eyes were focused on Daddy’s face which was contorted with pleasure he was trying so hard to fight. “Is this all for me? Have you been this hard every night? Lying next to me, leaking into your pants, desperate to be inside me?”

“It’s dark. No one can see inside the car.” I feel her wide eyes on me. Such a delicious shock. “But I…” “But you what?” “I don’t know…” she admits. “It feels…” “Dirty,” I tell her. “Daddy’s feeling dirty right now, sweetheart. Daddy wants to take his little girl home and bury his cock in her pretty little cunt.” A pause, and then I hear the zipper on her jeans. “Good girl.” My balls tighten. “Make yourself nice and wet for Daddy. Tell him how it feels.”

' 'Yes Daddy. 'Say it baby, tell Daddy.' 'He wanted me to suck his cock. So I did a little. We didn't really have much time though.' Daddy slipped his hand inside my underwear and started playing with the lips around my pussy. 'You're wet baby. I can tell you've been out being a dirty slut. Keep telling me what you've done.' In truth it was my Daddy making my pussy wet. It wasn't right, but the way he rubbed my pussy made me more horny and wet than Trent ever had. I could feel his cock in a bulge inside his pants. I wondered what it would look like.

“It’s dark. No one can see inside the car.” I feel her wide eyes on me. Such a delicious shock. “But I…” “But you what?” “I don’t know…” she admits. “It feels…” “Dirty,” I tell her. “Daddy’s feeling dirty right now, sweetheart. Daddy wants to take his little girl home and bury his cock in her pretty little cunt.” A pause, and then I hear the zipper on her jeans. “Good girl.” My balls tighten. “Make yourself nice and wet for Daddy. Tell him how it feels.”

“Say it. Tell me how wet you are for me.” “I… I’m so wet… please… Daddy… I need you… I’m yours…” I gasped, my voice trembling, my body practically melting under him. He chuckled, low and dark, the vibration rolling straight through my core as he licked and sucked harder, sliding his tongue along the tip of my clit and plunging back inside me, tasting every drop. “You’re such a filthy little girl… so desperate… so needy,” he hissed, his hand sliding between my legs, spreading me wider as he kept eating me out. “You like being ruined by me, don’t you?”

"I love you very much, too. Dad... I thought you didn't love me anymore because you're always busy now." "That's my responsibility, dear. Later, when you have your own company and manage it by yourself, you'll feel what it's like to be your father. But one thing you should know, Daphne. My love has never dried up for you. Daddy always loved you. To love you. You don't have to doubt that, dear." Daddy and I hugged for a very long time. It was like we were in a sea of feelings, and we went into the water to drown ourselves and explore each other's feelings.

Daddy unzips his leather pants and I blush as I realise I've gotten my wetness on his pants. "You're so wet whore, dripping everywhere," Master says as he shoves two fingers between my legs and rubs my pussy. The squelching noises coming from how wet I am makes me blush a deep red and avoid eye contact. "Look at me darling," Daddy says and I look as he holds my chin gently. "You're such a good boy getting wet for us." "Thank you daddy," I mumble and I feel a sharp slap on my asscheek. "Speak up boy," Master says harshly.

It's also going to be mafia themed. With this, Daddy's Naughty Secret has finally come to an end. I'm glad you enjoyed the book and followed through despite everything. Thank you for your views, your likes and comments. I hope to see you all when I'm back with a new book ( it might not be the book two of DNS though ).

I don’t know what came over me, and why I grabbed Daddy’s cock like that. As he spanks me again and again, heat pools in my pussy and my back arches. I tilt my hips back, feet edging apart. I can feel the damp slicking my inner thighs. Daddy does too, stopping to slide his hand between my legs. “You’re wet, little girl.” “Yes,” I squeak. “Why is that?” he says, holding me by the neck. I feel the large warm bulge in his pants and squirm. “Why are you hard?”